Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Three Things

The chilly weather is continuing.  It's only sixty-one degrees outside!  This is an early cold spell, especially for Louisville, and it happened overnight this weekend.  You'd think I would be used to the frequent and rapid changes to weather in this state by now, but if I haven't gotten used to it after twelve years, I'll probably never adjust.  We've had a good bit of rain, too, and I realized that I neglected to waterproof the backpack I made this summer.  So the theme of my three things today pulls from the surprisingly swift changes in Kentucky weather and my need to adapt better: an umbrella, a waterproof backpack, and a cute and warm coat.

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Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Why I Love September

September is one of my favorite times of year.  It's full of things I like.




School begins to get interesting but is fresh enough to not be annoying yet.
I celebrate my birthday (this Sunday).
And a few chillier days temper our hot, humid, sticky summers a bit and hint at what's to come.




I can't forget the sad things about September, but I must take an approach that I can manage: I remember, but I don't dwell.  

Monday, September 5, 2011

Writing, Briefly

I used to fancy myself a writer--a clever, brilliant, witty writer of incredibly moving stories.  At that time, I was in middle school.  A few weeks ago, I came across my old writing journals and my stories made me laugh out loud.  They were one part fantasy (in the style of Redwall), one part sci-fi (à la Star Wars), and many, many parts adorably bad.  Perhaps they were fairly good for a sixth-grader, but I now find it a bit amazing that I repeatedly earned honorable mentions in my school's annual short story competition.




Sometimes I imagine that I'd start to enjoy creative writing again and imagine just the sort of place where I'd turn out novels that would end up dog-eared on a million nightstands, read over and over again until the pages fell out, and be loved as thoroughly as you can love a book.  I imagine that if I had a perfect place in which to write, the stories and poems would create themselves.  This is a rather Romantic notion of the writing process that I don't fully buy as well as something I've never been good at practicing, but it's the notion of creative writing that best suits the imagination.


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Wouldn't you feel creative in either of these spaces?  It has always been my dream to have the perfect little nook for writing; my own cabin would be absolutely perfect.  Virginia Woolf had something quite write when she wrote that a person (generally) needs a room of one's own in order to write.  Having a pleasing physical space can help create the mental space in which to write.  I'm always attempting to create that physical space for myself, but I haven't gotten it quite right yet.

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